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Welcome to the BOMB.

The BlogOf the"Mother"of Bandit.

Bandit is my Hairless Chinese Crested--he's the "normal" one. I, on the other hand, am unrepentantly "pet-crazy." You know the type--the spinster who lives in the haunted house three blocks over with 72 cats...okay, so I don't have 72 cats, and my house isn't haunted--but my dogs wardrobe is better than mine! Need I say more? :~)

I've never been consistant at journaling, so the timing of my blogs will be sporadic at best. I just hope they are as entertaining to you as they are to me; however, be forewarned: Most of my blogs will be about The BaldOne. In spite of his Don King "do," I think he's just as cute as any of the Brothers B!

Now, if I can just remember not to get him wet--or feed him after midnight...

About Me

My bags are packed and I'm always ready to seek out an adventure with Bandit and Moggy in tow. Bandit is my thirteen year old Chinese Crested, who I frequently call The Bald One or The BaldOne Boy (like he was one of the Baldwin Brothers). Moggy’s full name is Pip-Moggy. He’s my two year old gansta-resuce kitty. I couldn’t decide between Pip (which are the spots on die and domino tiles) and Moggy (or Moggie when I mistakenly thought he was a she), so I combined the two. Moggy refers to the British term for "cat of unknown parentage .”
So in essence, I have an almost bald dog, and I’ve named my cat “Spot.”

Fun Stuff (I'm doing now or have done)

Artistic Attempts weekly (alternating between Painting With A Twist, That Art Place, and Peniot's Palette).

Bunko with the Belton Bunko Babes monthly.

Participating in the A to Z Blogging Challenge.

Spades and Liverpool Rummy with the Spadetts weekly.

The Mighty Texas Dog Walk, Austin (fund raiser for Service Dogs, Inc--they train shelter dogs to be Service Dogs, then give them free of charge to people with disabilities.)

Thursday, December 4, 2014

Cars, Crowns, and Craziness.

I'm still in The Loaner. Still figuring out features. And still forgetting which side the fuel tank is located. (Passenger). Still having the guys at the gym log me in by hand when I go, and still only able to access my Post Office Box when the PO is open, because my GymX pass card and my PO Box key are on the spare key ring.

Every day my Service Advisor calls with an update. Everyday for the past week he's said "this is the day."

And then something else wrong is found.

Every few days I call my bank to update them on when to expect my debit card to be used and I give them the newest amount. At this rate I'll have to do at least 12-18 months hard driving (as if I drove any other way!) in order to recoup my repair costs.

As much as it pains me, this time next year I will be looking in earnest for a new car. I'm in mourning already.

It's too bad I got new tags after my dental appointment yesterday. Actually, I went--thinking I was picking up tags. I picked up plates. The ugliest plates I've ever seen. Maybe by the time I'm ready to buy the new vehicle the plates will be nicer than these blah, black and off white (no background), three letter-four number formatted plates. If not, it may be time to support a cause or get personalized plates. I wonder if they come in bling?! I absolutely hate this one.

As for work, it was a crazy day today--and not in a good crazy kind of way.

I had 12 admissions and three problematic discharges on my Ward, plus I provided coverage on part of another Ward--thankfully, the part I covered on that Ward only had 2 admissions.

If I had I known how bad it was going to be, I would have thought twice before I turned down the offer to move my crown placement from next Monday to today.

Unfortunately, that crown placement is not a reference to my long overdue coronation.